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Friday, February 16, 2024

Spotlight of The Catch by Amy Lea

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THE CATCH
AMY LEA
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ALL INFORMATION IN THIS POST IS COURTESY OF YAZMINE HASSAN | PUBLICITY | BERKLEY | PENGUIN RANDOM HOUSE

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A grumpy lobster fisherman tosses a fashion influencer’s impeccably curated life overboard in the next romantic comedy from international bestselling author Amy Lea.

Amy Lea returns this spring with THE CATCH.  

The final installment of her wildly popular Influencer series.

With her signature humor, heart, and heat, Lea delivers a knock-out opposites-attract romance with a powerful theme of found family at its core.

It follows a fashion influencer and a grumpy lobster fisherman who agree to enter a fake relationship to save a failing B&B.
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February 13, 2024
Berkley Trade Paperback
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ABOUT THE CATCH:

In THE CATCH, desperate to save her brand from total irrelevance, Boston fashion influencer Melanie Karlsen accepts a sponsorship opportunity for an all-expenses-paid resort trip to a small fishing island in Nova Scotia. 


After a mix-up causes her to arrive one week early in the middle of fishing season, she has no choice but to book a stay at a run-down B&B.

 

When she arrives, she has a run-in with Evan Whaler, the burly and bearded B&B owner who single-handedly disproves the theory that Canadians are “nice."


Though it’s clear that Evan wants nothing more than to send her packing, he agrees to show her the natural beauties that Cora’s Cove has to offer. 


When a boating accident lands Evan in the hospital, Mel is mistaken for Evan’s fiancé, a lie that quickly spirals when Evan’s family shows up at the hospital.

 

Mel discovers Evan’s family has been in a long-standing feud over whether to sell the business, so in a bold attempt to mend fences, Mel agrees keep up the ruse for one week in exchange for Evan’s help with her social media content. 


Mel finds herself falling in love with Evan’s large, quirky, dysfunctional family—and amid long hikes and campfire chats, even her feelings for Evan grow from pure hatred to something much more daunting. Mel must decide if she’s willing to give up her perfect life in the city for a chance at true, unfiltered love in the wild.

 

With THE CATCHLea strikes the perfect balance of enemies-to-lovers steam and humor with heartfelt discussions about found family, grief, and identity from the perspective of an international adoptee, and how, sometimes, the life we imagined isn’t always the one that will make us happy. Fans of Carley Fortune, Emily Henry, and Tessa Bailey won’t want to miss this swoony romantic comedy from “writer to watch” (Publishers WeeklyAmy Lea.

 

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EXCERPT ABOUT THE CATCH:

THE CATCH - Nonexclusive Excerpt

“Put me down! My underwear is showing,” I demand as a gust of wind hits my ass cheeks. At least I’m wearing a cute lace thong.

“Rest assured, I’m not looking,” he mutters as I flail like an eel the entire ascent up the staircase. He doesn’t put me down until we’re outside my bedroom.

“I’m taking a star off your Airbnb review for manhandling,” I warn as he attempts to steady me against the wall just as Lucy passes by with a mini garbage can.

“Double bagged. Just in case. Looks like she might need it,” she says, giving Evan a troubled look as she turns to get out of my vicinity. “Sorry, I’m out. I don’t do puke. Night, guys.”

“I won’t puke. I’m feeling fan-tas-tic!” I shout after her with unfounded confidence. I push the door open the tiniest crack, revealing the disaster I left my room in. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. I’m a secret slob—someone who looks neat and tidy to others but is most comfortable in my own chaos (when no one’s looking).

“I can take it from here,” I assure Evan, righting myself.

His expression is quizzical. “No. You can barely stand.”

“I’m great. You can retire to your underground candlelit lair now.” I take an eager stride into my room, which to me was pretty smooth, but apparently I’m useless.

He leads me to the bench at the foot of the bed, where I proceed to topple face-first into the mattress,

legs spread like a mannequin. The compromising position isn’t lost on me.

“I feel the need to warn you, I have some pretty lethal hair spray. Just as effective as bear mace, according to Cosmo,” I say, voice muffled by the mattress.

“What are you gonna do? Blind me with it?” he asks, bending over to retrieve it from under the bed.

“If you try anything, I’ll have no choice.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, Mel.” He softens his tone considerably, which is comforting.

I’m pretty sure this is the first time he’s ever referred to me by name.

Any lingering appreciation is short lived when he jabs my shoulder without an ounce of delicacy. I must have drifted out of consciousness for a minute or two, because when I open my eyes again, Evan is placing a garbage bin next to me.

“It’s right beside the bed if you need it,” he says slowly, like I’m a small child. “Do you need me to

ask Lucy to help you change? A glass of water?”

“No. I’m perfectly fine,” I mumble, flopping over onto my side. He’s weirdly attractive from a horizontal perspective, and I don’t like it one bit.

He watches me for a couple of peaceful breaths before abruptly pivoting on his heel. “This is going

in your Airbnb guest review, by the way.”

I glare at him, blowing at the hair stuck to my lip gloss. “The intoxication? Or my veiled threat?”

“Both. Mostly the drunk part. I did warn you about the Screech,” he reminds me, hands flexing at his

sides.

“It wasn’t the Screech. Your friends were the ones pouring shots down my throat. Who am I to deny

Canadian hospi-taly?”

He cocks his head. “Hospitality, you mean. And you’re wasted.”

“Perfectly sober,” I mumble, sliding under the covers without taking my shoes off.

“Wears shoes in bed. Another star off,” he mutters.

“Mean host. One and a half stars off,” I retort, squeezing my eyes shut when the room starts to spin.

“Scratched the shit out of me with those claws. Minus two stars,” he says, pretending to rub a hand

over his shoulder. I definitely scratched him while holding on for dear life as he hauled me up the stairs.

“Hey, I paid a lot for these nails.”

Despite my questionable eyesight in my current state, I’m pretty sure I catch his lips draw upward into the tiniest smile before my eyes close.

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Excerpted from The Catch by Amy Lea Copyright © 2024 by Amy Lea. 

Excerpted by permission of Berkley. 

All rights reserved. 

No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Amy Lea is a Canadian bureaucrat by day and a contemporary romance author by night (and on weekends).

She writes laugh-out-loud romantic comedies featuring strong heroines, witty banter, mid-2000s pop culture references, and happily ever afters.

When Amy is not writing, she can be found fangirling over other romance books on Instagram (@amyleabooks), eating potato chips with reckless abandon, and snuggling with her husband and goldendoodle. 

Learn more online at www.amyleabooks.com.

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3 comments:

  1. Adding to your TBR?

    Thanks for stopping.

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  2. This looks like a fun book. I just finished reading a book with the fake dating trope - My Phony Valentine, by Courtney Walsh. It's one of my favorite books of the year so far and I pre-ordered the next one in the series. :)

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    1. Always fun to find a book and one coming up in the series.

      Thanks for your comment, Meezan.

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